With the windows closed, the heat was near stifling, adding to his spreading drowsiness. The half-empty whisky glass on the windowsill seemed oddly abandoned, Rick's eyes unable to stay focused on the fine crystal. The other man's hands were scorching hot on his waist, and it was Professor Zephyr's deep voice that kept him in that heady space between conscious and unconscious. Rick felt the thickness of the other's cock fill him up, again, and again, like a perfectly wound clock, thrusting with each exhale, withdrawing with each inhale.
Before him, the world was a sea of green. Around him, shadows crept closer and closer until he thought he could feel their grip on him all over, his arms, chest, around his wrists. Bare as he was, Rick lost himself in the comfort of Horace' taking.
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The little snippet above so graciously provided by my bf ♥️ (he also has a patreon for his writing, if you’re interested in that let me know)
So happy with this one, even though knowing from the start how much of a struggle it was gonna be 😖 I can’t even tell you how many layers this is, but man, sometimes watercolor doesn’t even cut it and u gotta bust out the gouache. (Nice and opaque)
Out of this entire painting I think Ricks lil rolls are… my fav….. hope u like them too uwu
I also tried to make them look older this time because they ARE but every time I painted Rick before he looks anywhere between 20-35 …while hes 45. 😩
Lastly, this entire painting was enspired by my lil visit of the kunsthalle in Hamburg, I’m excited to go to more museums again!!
Anyway, please enjoy!!
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